GoldfaceMoneywatch - Gold Money Trapstar lyrics

Intro: GoldfaceMoneywatch DJ Beatz Connor with the K in the studio and sh** Putting acid in my syrup Verse 1: Yo my sprite be the baddest, all gold caps Hundred on a sack, my b**h looks like she dance Beatz don't stop, my mind ain't right So much paper on my tongue it be looking all white I'mma piss in a double cup and hand it to my P.O I take d** like a repo and then do them like it's legal All gold caps like that sh** be on caps lock Loud a** pack like that sh** is on caps lock My number lower than a casket Got paper like a package so my b**h is always packing They be asking where the hash is, I said it's where my cash is I haven't smoked in five minutes think I'm out of practice Young Beatz came through with a seven three blunt Wake up every morning just to make the trap bunk I pulled the blunt ten times, then pa**ed it off to Blunt And I keep a box of p-funks that I only use to bump Chorus: I be trapping, Man I be jacking X4 Gold money trap, Gold money trapstar X4 Verse 2: I keep a stupid fruity lip and it smells like my b**h I keep them fruity choppers with bananas in the clip And I ain't got a whip, man, that's why I keep a chick And she might done know my stash spot, but she keep a zip Gold money grills diamonds chains rings and codeine That's what I be f**ing with in case you didn't know me ? She a OG, she keep Young Beatz geeked up Got a number lower than my eyes when I'm geeked up Golds on my teeth, hoes in the beat Hoes in the street like the spinners on my feet Shout out young bankroll he keep a stupid number With a stupid fruity zip every time I come to chop I be going in like I'm finna rob a house I be gone off this pack, I might bring the choppers out I be stealing b**hes' purses while DY be watching out And I got that cotton mouth and chopper rounds when I cop a pound Beatz Chorus